Why this is Yuletide Hell, nor am I out of it

I beguiled some of my journey home from Edinburgh yesterday thinking that perhaps I would write a couple of short fics in new fandoms for Yuletide treats. Then I got home, checked the fandom nominations list, and found that they weren't in it. Damn. C'est la vie, I shall write them anyway. At some point. Or perhaps I should see if any of the Wimsey letters are inspiring: that Bunter/Saint-George won't write itself.

But first, November and picowrimo. I am setting a target of 10,000 words, which is not a huge amount in the grand scheme of things, but if I can do it, it will move things on.